Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young
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50 CentGunz Come Out Lyrics:
Y'all niggaz know
(Wut, wut y'all niggaz know what I'm about)
Y'all niggaz know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
Y'all niggaz know
(Wut, wut y'all niggaz know what I'm about)
Y'all niggaz know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I'm fuckin' crazy, they think I'm out my mind
'Cuz I'm down to bust a nigga head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigga money low
You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome
The ice blowin' my chain, blood blow in my veins
Blue still in the range, I'm doin' my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away
I'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
Nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead
Y'all niggaz know
(Wut, wut y'all niggaz know what I'm about)
Y'all niggaz know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
Y'all niggaz know
(Wut, wut y'all niggaz know what I'm about)
Y'all niggaz know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
In the hood, hoopty, hate low, niggaz don't know I'm around
Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress
Hard niggaz finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em
You cut 'em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin' em
It's real killa instinct, kill or be killed
Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel
Fuck around and get ya cap peeled
Nigga you know the drill, Brownsville
Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And they [unverified] fathom too
Nigga welcome to the jungle, New York, New York
Gangstas who sign language actually let their guns talk
Look homie, I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crips
I'm cool but if there's a problem, nigga I got extra clips
I don't know karate, but I split the bricks
I don't love 'em lover boy, we the shit bitch
Y'all niggaz know
(Wut, wut y'all niggaz know what I'm about)
Y'all niggaz know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
Y'all niggaz know
(Wut, wut y'all niggaz know what I'm about)
Y'all niggaz know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
In case your dumb ass wanna tussle
AR-15, cooling system makes the shell case muffled
Scope, infra-red, run you're still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my niggaz new macs and llamas
Got respect for you, [unverified] I will 'commodate you
One phone call and niggaz will exterminate you
No future fuckin' with me, there's no tomorrow
Niggaz'll run up on you tonight and hit ya the hardest
Y'all niggaz know
(Wut, wut y'all niggaz know what I'm about)
Y'all niggaz know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
Y'all niggaz know
(Wut, wut y'all niggaz know what I'm about)
Y'all niggaz know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
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